We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.
Helen Hayes
It isn't all that often that I look in the mirror and think of myself as someone's hero. I very rarely throw on a cape. Last time I wore tights, I threw a dress on over top of them so as not to scare the neighbors with the sausage-like rolls of "fluff" they ensconced. And I don't own a utility belt. The closest thing I've got is a purse, and to be honest, it doesn't hold nearly as much as it used to.
However, in pondering Helen's quote, it does remind me that for at least two little people I know, I'm pretty darn extraordinary and hold Hero Potential. I hope I can live up to the expectations.
Wow. Hero Potential. How daunting. When pondering "should I have a baby?" does that concern ever pop up in those words? Can I undertake the task of being someone's hero? It didn't cross my mind really. Probably due to the fact that when I hear the word "Hero" I immediately go to Batman, Wonder Woman, Spiderman, etc. I think Marvel. Even when asked "who are your heroes?", I don't immediately think of anyone.
But I hope that one day, when my girls are in school and their teacher says "who is your hero?" that perhaps I get a shout out. I'm not confident it will happen, because ultimately their daddy is much more superhero material than I. So I'm pretty sure that their response will be daddy-themed. I'm okay with that. Because when I was little, my daddy was my hero. He kind of still is, even though he died six years ago. It's sort of the way life works...Daddies are their little girls' heroes.
It'd still be nice to think though, that I've at least done a good enough job to have the potential there...
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Interpretations
There are no facts, only interpretations.
Friedrich Nietzsche
All I can say with regards to parenthood is there are definitely no facts or hard rules for it. Everything is open to interpretation. Even from kid to kid. Same gene pool, entirely different outcomes!
Last week, Brian crawled under the dining table after the two of them. Duckins was standing up at a chair "dancing" and squealing "ticka ticka ticka!" We do a lot of tickling in this family and usually accompany the tickling with actually saying "tickle tickle tickle" Who'da thunk it'd be Ducks first words?! Well besides the whole mama, dada, baba thing :)
Meanwhile, Boogins first word was "hungry". At like 3 months old. My sister said I must have been kidding, until she babysat and heard "I-GAY!" which, in Boogins terminology really did mean hungry. The minute you got her a bottle she was fine and ceased all the "I-GAY!" screaming.
Ducks is also a lot more steady on her feet. When Boogs started standing up, walking along furniture, and basically attempting to walk, she fell over CONSTANTLY. Actually, as a full out running toddler, she regularly slips and falls over. Anti-skid socks do nothing for that child. She is bound and determined to fall over. Before Ducks started standing, I honestly thought nothing of Boogs constant falling. Babies are unsteady! They're learning! They fall over. But Ducks has not been falling over really at all. I think maybe twice in the months since she started standing up. She has even figured out the logistics of getting off the couch. I pretty much always hold her hand, but she backs her feet off, and scoots herself until her feet touch the floor! She's so smart! (Not that I'm saying Boogs isn't smart because she falls down...because that kid is a genius!)
Boogs got a little pink laptop for her first birthday. It's actually for 3-5 year olds...but I wanted her to grow with it...mostly she just likes bashing about on the keys. But in a year or two we won't have to buy another one! Anyway, she finally figured out how to turn it on/off herself when she was about 14 months old. Ducks has it figured out now...at 10.5 months.
I will forever be on my toes with these two. Because Boogs got kicked out of the neonatal clinic for being so far ahead with all her milestones...even ahead of her actual age! And Ducks is even more advanced. Watch out world the Wrestler Girls are getting bigger and smarter and ready to "Stretch a Wire"
Someday I'll expound on that last bit.
Friedrich Nietzsche
All I can say with regards to parenthood is there are definitely no facts or hard rules for it. Everything is open to interpretation. Even from kid to kid. Same gene pool, entirely different outcomes!
Last week, Brian crawled under the dining table after the two of them. Duckins was standing up at a chair "dancing" and squealing "ticka ticka ticka!" We do a lot of tickling in this family and usually accompany the tickling with actually saying "tickle tickle tickle" Who'da thunk it'd be Ducks first words?! Well besides the whole mama, dada, baba thing :)
Meanwhile, Boogins first word was "hungry". At like 3 months old. My sister said I must have been kidding, until she babysat and heard "I-GAY!" which, in Boogins terminology really did mean hungry. The minute you got her a bottle she was fine and ceased all the "I-GAY!" screaming.
Ducks is also a lot more steady on her feet. When Boogs started standing up, walking along furniture, and basically attempting to walk, she fell over CONSTANTLY. Actually, as a full out running toddler, she regularly slips and falls over. Anti-skid socks do nothing for that child. She is bound and determined to fall over. Before Ducks started standing, I honestly thought nothing of Boogs constant falling. Babies are unsteady! They're learning! They fall over. But Ducks has not been falling over really at all. I think maybe twice in the months since she started standing up. She has even figured out the logistics of getting off the couch. I pretty much always hold her hand, but she backs her feet off, and scoots herself until her feet touch the floor! She's so smart! (Not that I'm saying Boogs isn't smart because she falls down...because that kid is a genius!)
Boogs got a little pink laptop for her first birthday. It's actually for 3-5 year olds...but I wanted her to grow with it...mostly she just likes bashing about on the keys. But in a year or two we won't have to buy another one! Anyway, she finally figured out how to turn it on/off herself when she was about 14 months old. Ducks has it figured out now...at 10.5 months.
I will forever be on my toes with these two. Because Boogs got kicked out of the neonatal clinic for being so far ahead with all her milestones...even ahead of her actual age! And Ducks is even more advanced. Watch out world the Wrestler Girls are getting bigger and smarter and ready to "Stretch a Wire"
Someday I'll expound on that last bit.
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